Hey guys! It'd be best if you read this in ½ and Dark. You know, those little options at the upper right hand corner, you can change them later on but it looks good, though.

I know this is going to be a hard fic to write since, well, Chenying isn't really canon in the first place.

After countless hours of skimming the archives of TVTropes, I have come up with this. Enjoy! :D

She can't come. She just couldn't. Despite the fact that Cheng had disappointed her over the past few weeks because of his rude behaviour, Mei Ying was still the kind of person who couldn't bear witnessing people in pain. Even if it was the somewhat cold-hearted Cheng.

And the whole prospect of looking weak and being pitied was extremely bothersome to Cheng. At a younger age, he vowed to protect Mei Ying at all cost, and where was he right now? In a room with 4 white walls constrained to a hospital bed. Not exactly the most promising image of bravery and strength. He shut his eyes and sighed, hoping for the best. A healed neck, a less sinister master, and her.

The sound of chimes filled the closed room. Mr. Yi's eyes popped and a nervous smile played on his lips as his left hand reached for his left pocket. Cheng's eyes followed his hand, noticing his golden watch disappear into his pocket and reappear again, this time with a slick black phone in hand.

Mr. Yi took a brief glance at the device's screen trying to decipher who was calling. His eyebrows jerked up in confusion, but pressed the button nonetheless.

"Excuse me, I need to take this," he excused himself, turning his back on the other people in the room, hoping the others would not hear. Reluctantly placing the phone upon his ear, he let out a disappointed sigh.

"Where are you?" demanded Mr. Yi.

"I know he's a great friend, but Cheng is family," he insisted at the person on the phone.

"Alright, alright. But you better be aware of your curfew, young lady. I don't want you out on the streets so late at night," whispered Mr. Yi.

There was silence as Mr. Yi listened to his phone. Shutting his eyes and nodding, it seems that whatever the person said has been previously heard by the busy man.

"You're making up for it when he comes out of the hospital, though. And paying him a visit wouldn't hurt. Okay, goodbye," spoke an irritated Mr. Yi.

"Who was it?" Mrs. Yi inquired.

"Mei Ying. She said she won't be able to visit. Violin practice," announced Mr. Yi.

Cheng didn't have to look at Mei Ying's father to know that what he stated was a complete lie. He heard everything, and it seemed Mei Ying was out venturing the streets of Beijing with a certain American boy. His eyes drooped close, faking sleepiness. It hurt him to know that Mei Ying didn't even bother to visit him and check his condition. Pain welled up inside him, and tears threatened to fall in his bout of frustration and anger. He had thought that when he closed his eyes, the pain would magically fade. But there was only so much darkness could do.

Two-thirds of the Yi family eventually left along with his father that had to fix disturbances at work. Only his mother remained, seated on a chrome chair looking down serenely at her hands folded perfectly in her lap.

He glanced upward and saw the wall clock's hands. 10:37 pm. Visiting hours had been long over 2 hours ago.

"You can go home, ma. I wouldn't want to be bothering you. With dad late at work, there's nobody to look over the house," said Cheng, successfully breaking the awkward silence.

"Are you sure, Cheng? Something might happen, and I don't want you hurt badly again," she responded anxiously. "I could stay, you know," she added.

"It's alright, besides, I need the time to be alone," Cheng replied.

Her mother reluctantly rose from her seat and scooped up her red purse. Footsteps resounded within the four white walls of his hospital room as his mother walked towards the white door to leave. She paid him one last look before saying good night and shutting the lights.

Darkness took over Cheng's vision.

Cheng shut his eyes and heaved out and exasperated sigh, sinking into his cold and crisp sheets. "Mei Ying." That name repeated in his head like a lost mantra without sole purpose.

His fingers twitched at his sides as he stared blankly at the white ceiling. There were more things to worry about than just Mei Ying. Master Li was still a fearsome obstacle, and his behaviour hadn't been very good either. Dre was now a better fighter than he is and the chances of revenge are still plausible. And his neck, his neck broken and horrible. So excruciatingly painful...

Cold white knuckles knocked against an ivory door. They knew that visiting hours were long over, but they had to pay him a visit. Being great friends, they'd also dish out some information that may or may not help Cheng's situation.

"Who is it?" grunted a loud voice.

He coughed almost inaudibly, hoping this would change the quality of his voice.

"It's the nurse. I'm doing my final check up rounds on this floor," he squeaked out in a fake high-pitched voice.

"Alright, come in," replied the boy from the opposite side of the door.

He and his companion had laughed incredulously at themselves. The best fighter in their class, falling for their little stunt? Unheard of.

Until now.

They burst through the doors and screamed shrilly at the top of their lungs. The patient's upper torso had risen up like stiff cardboard in sheer shock and he did try to scream, but it sounded like a small vacuum sucking out dirt.

"GOT YA!" yelled the both of them.

Half of the duo went to the bed's other side, and the patient's eyes followed his form like he was a madman. The patient panted continuously as the duo stared at him like he was a new species of animal.

"So...how are you feeling?" asked one of them.

The patient had slumped back in his pillow in utter disbelief. His best friends were nothing but crazy with a drizzle of Kung Fu.

"Well, seems like he can't talk, Liang," the other whined.

"You guys are crazy. You've gone mental. I swear."

"Calm down, Cheng. It wasn't that bad."

"Yes it was, Zhuang. I mean, who does that. Besides, visiting hours are long over," Cheng warned them.

The trio's little talk was interrupted by rapid knocks on the hospital door.

"Hello, we heard some noise from this room, is everything alright in there?" inquired a female voice.

"Quick, you two, hide!" Cheng whispered inaudibly.

Liang and Zhuang jumped into action and quickly found acceptable places to hide. Liang found quite the solace in the hospital bathroom and he did make sure to shut the door quietly. Meanwhile, Zhuang fell on all fours and hid under Cheng's hospital bed. Cheng chose to play it safe and just pretended to be asleep.

The nurse had come in, and although Cheng's eyes were shut, he could still see the faint glow light from the hallways of the hospital on his eyelids.

"Well, everything seems fine..." Cheng heard the nurse whisper to herself, confused. "I guess there was some misunderstanding."

He heard the nurse's light footsteps sound farther and farther away until he finally heard the click of the door. He reopened his eyes once more. A sigh escaped his lips, but it had been unbeknownst to him that he was heaving one in.

Zhuang used his elbows alternately to get out of Cheng's bed, "Psst. Liang! The coast is all clear," yelled Zhuang.

The door burst open and came out an annoyed Liang, "Shh! Quiet, do you want us caught again?" demanded Liang, rolling his eyes at Zhuang.

Zhuang had risen from the floor, and lightly dusted himself from all the non-existent dirt that stuck to his clothes.

"Seriously? I'm sure this place doesn't have a single speck of dust. Even if you used a magnifying lens, you wouldn't find anything," declared Liang.

"Of course. I was just trying to add some realistic actions. They wouldn't dare disappoint Cheng. I mean, he is from the Sun family," drawled out an arrogant Zhuang.

"Well, I can't say I completely disagree. Being a Sun has its perks," interrupted Cheng, gingerly lifting his right hand, being careful enough not to mess with his dextrose. Fingernails adjacent to his mouth, he let a puff of air greet them, and he slowly rubbed it on the cloth against his chest. Smug as ever.

"Serious business right now, Cheng. How are we going to deal with Master Li?" queried Liang.

Cheng's arms fell at his sides, and he was sure the smugness was wiped off of his face faster than a blink. Zhuang's face turned sullen, and a pang of regret hit Liang for even asking that question.

"What did happen? I never really got any news. One minute I'm getting strangled, and then I'm suddenly here," mumbled an impassive Cheng.

"Well..." started Zhuang reluctantly, "None of us actually dared to step one foot inside the studio since from a mile away, you could hear equipment getting slammed against the walls."

"I mean, we wanted to visit you and all at first, but they told us things were horrible, and we were advised to take a long, hot and refreshing shower to rejuvenate our senses and-"

"Liang. That's not what they said," Zhuang interrupted.

"Well, excuse me for making things funnier for our friend here," said Liang sarcastically.

"On to the point, they told us to go change, and we did. We were still half-scared of what Master Li did, so we were mum the whole time," relayed Liang.

"And that Wu Ping guy? With the shark hair?"

"What, Zhuang?" Cheng asked irritated.

"He's not bad. Got a few injuries and swollen limbs from you here and there but you know, he did say something that put us off," admitted Zhuang.

"And what did he say?" asked an impatient Cheng.

WATCH OUT FOR THAT CLIFF! Hope you guys liked it. I did like writing Liang and Zhuang, though. They have this whole humor thing going on. Yes, I also liked that guy (Wu Ping) in the blue team with the Mohawk. Aside from the awesome Wushu moves, he's got some pretty badass hair. Expect Harry and Wu Ping to appear on here.

Hope you stay tuned, though.